Before leaving the studio on Friday, I went around to my neighbors with a big tray of lettuces. "I'm afraid you're going to have to take some lettuce," I told them. These gorgeous lettuces were on the verge of bolting, and needed to get eaten before turning bitter. You can see it here in this one below, where the lettuce is starting to elongate in the middle: That's how you can tell a lettuce is just about to go bitter. It gets sort of cone shaped, taller in the middle. Some varieties start to taste bad the second they look even a little "bolt-y," but this one, Pandero, stays tasty for a few days after the bolting begins. Once a lettuce looks like this, though, forget it. At this point, the only thing it's good for is saving seed (in a couple more weeks, when the little flowers on top turn to fluffy tufts) or the compost heap. Here's what a non-bolting lettuce looks like btw: See how the inner leaves are nestled below the outer ones? Instead of the bolty cone, there's a dip in the middle. When all the lettuce needs to be eaten at once, I'm reminded of 2 things: π± One: Succession sowing! I know it's the correct thing to sow small batches of lettuce 2 (ish) weeks apart. But I often forget, and end up with a glut of lettuce and then none. π±π± Two: Generosity. When you have a glut of something you can't preserve, you have no choice but to be generous or let the extra produce rot. And then I'm reminded that being generous is really nice, probably, in fact, nicer for me the giver than for the receivers. They each get a nice salad for the weekend, but I got to make so many people happy. We tend to think of gardening, especially growing food, in very individualistic terms: How much do I need to grow to feed myself and my family? How much money do we save by growing x or y crop? How do I create some food security at home? Then a lovely thing happens. The garden breaks your illusion of separateness. It just does. You get too much of something, even if it's only zucchini. And you give it away, expecting nothing in return except friendly smiles and warm fuzzy feelings. π€ What are you giving away? I'm not at peak zucchini yet but, in addition to the lettuce, I'm cutting flowers for friends and family, I have lots of perennial herbs to share, and - my full-circle favorite - the celery seedlings a neighbor shared with me are now turning into surplus celery growing at the Orta studio that I shared with David, the USPS driver who picks up the packages I send to you. Happy Seedurday (on Sunday this week π€·π½ββοΈ) Anne When youβre ready, here are some more ways I can help you grow a thriving garden from seed: 1. Plan your seed-starting schedule with our βfree printable planner.β 2. Download the free βOrta Seed Starting Handbook with all the basics you need to succeed with seeds.β 3. Take the guesswork out of watering with Orta Self-Watering Pots. (Find discounted factory seconds here!) 4. Join the Orta Seed Club to have 5 hand-picked, unusual & high-yielding varieties delivered to you every season. Did someone forward this email to you? Sign up to get the best emails about gardening from seed!
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We're just home after a trip to see family in Southern California. Lots of gardens, and lots of thoughts to share with you once I've had a minute to process it all. In the meantime, a quick note about greetings and easy seed saving. One of my cousins told me that she and her friend Sue are both avid readers of this newsletter, and often discuss what they read. So fun! Hello to you Sue! And hello you all of you who, like Sue, open and read this newsletter weekly. Thank you. It means the world...
Did you hear about that freak storm on Lake Tahoe last week? We were in it! Hiking in Yosemite, just reaching the top of Mt Hoffman, my daughter and her friend started shouting, βItβs snowing!β Sure enough, white flakes began to swirl around us. We thought it was just a weird little flurry as a cloud passed over. After all, there had been zero precipitation in the forecast. At the very top of the mountain, as my feet tingled from peering down the sheer drop over the other side, thunder...
Such a backlog of gardening news! My husband and I are both recovering from illness. It hit our daughter first like a regular cold, albeit one with copious, copious mucus and corresponding quantities of tissues all over the house. We grownups had light congestion and severe exhaustion. Walking the 15 minutes home after dropping my daughter at school felt like a monster hike and I needed to lie down afterwards. Normally I get kind of itchy if I donβt get out and move around for an hour or two...